I cut my hair.
I was bored. I was in a rut. I could never take the time to actually style my hair, so wearing it up in a clip became my default. Can you say "Boring"? My hair sheds a lot too, and I was forever finding long strands intertwined in clothes or in the carpet or between Julia's fingers. Umm, gross.
And I'm not even going to go into what it's like to find long GRAY hairs as opposed to brown ones.
So I cut it.
And I don't like it.
It's not horrible. If I took the time to use a straight iron, it would actually look pretty slick. Like it did on the day it was cut. Who am I kidding though? Unless there's a funeral or a wedding my hair doesn't get styled, so instead of sleek, I have a mess of crazy waves. Gray and brown crazy waves.
Last night my sister and I went out to dinner. I looked reasonably put together, but once we got to the restaurant I felt like a dumpy mom. A dumpy mom with gray and brown crazy wavy hair sticking out every which way.
Why must I punish myself? Does anyone have a really small clip?
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On a totally unrelated topic, if you want to see images of my sister and me (and Grace and her buddies Evan and Alex) acting like kids, go here.
3 comments:
the nice thing about hair is it grows back. take a multi-vitamin with calcium in it, and your hair may just grow a little faster.
we always view ourselves harsher than others see us... so i'm sure it's not THAT bad. hang in there!
Your blog is a great place to vent frustrations. Your courage to attack your hair yourself is admirable!
I want to go to that trampoline party next time. Grace is fast turning into a young girl - no more toddler there... appropriate since she's almost four, but still. How's the swimming going?
I nominated you and your haircut for a blog award. (I don't know what the award means, probably nothing, just that I think you're cool.) Stop by to pick it up!
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